Braces on…

So the big day has been and gone and I am now officially braced up. A full on Metal Micky!

I have been feeling sore, elated, embarrassed, proud and silly all in the space of the last 24 hours.

I got Damon 2s on the top and bottom and initially it was all okay! I went home, scared the kids and had beans on toast for tea. Then I started popping brackets… So today I was back in that dentist chair again looking out over Edinburgh Castle – a lot sooner than I anticipated – getting FIVE brackets put back. Thankfully I got an emergency appointment and my work are pretty understanding. I did however see a different orthodontist and he was not overly gentle. Maybe it’s because my mouth was already sensitive but after the repairs my little brace bubble has deflated somewhat. And then I had to go back to work and have a meeting…with talking.

Mulling it over

Okay, my first ever blog and I guess I should start at the beginning…

I could have had braces when I was thirteen but my parents said it was my desicion and so, unsurprisingly, I said no. On the NHS too. At thirteen I had acne, a really bad 80s perm and went to an all girls school but vanity prevailed.

Fast forward 27 years or so and after my dentist said (several) times; “have you ever thought about braces?”, I decided to think about braces. I figured it would be costly but I might as well see what my options were. Initially I was referred to a private practice for an ‘initial consultation’ but when I found this was going to cost me £80, I demurred. Fast forward to my next 6 month check up and noting my tight-wadness my lovely dentist Ashley had another idea. She suggested referring me to the NHS Dental Hospital in Edinburgh instead. ” I doubt they’ll take you on”, she said “but at least you can find out what your options are. ” But they did take me on..

So after several visits to Lauriston Hospital a lot of x-rays, putty and a jaw surgery curve ball, I am about to get Damon braces top and bottom for 2 years or so. Bricking it slightly.